I feel like I'm a sitting duck facing a firing squad at every instant, while life is passing me by. So many other people I know have made great successes of their lives, and I still wonder whether I'm an Emily Dickinson in the making. I can pray to not die an unknown with an eponymous book of writing published after me. I want to taste victory unabashedly in my youth. Hell! I've already started graying and thinking of solutions to cover up my stragglers!
I think the trouble starts while you're still young. Dreams are so palpable, throbbing like a beating heart. And after situations and circumstances magic you away from the excitable creatures you used to be as children, dreams become wispy fairies, floating away; beckoning you with tender promises. It's not fair, watching other people grow up and move out of limited spheres. My tongue, which has tasted many flavors, has now turned an impenetrable constant taste of bitter. Everything seems impossible, unattainable.
The physical embodiment of my conscience tells me I should drop my negativity and unleash it with a new fervor. From the burning pot of gold come malleable and ductile patterns in exquisiteness. Use it, she says.
I'm going to try. This is a first attempt.
I think the trouble starts while you're still young. Dreams are so palpable, throbbing like a beating heart. And after situations and circumstances magic you away from the excitable creatures you used to be as children, dreams become wispy fairies, floating away; beckoning you with tender promises. It's not fair, watching other people grow up and move out of limited spheres. My tongue, which has tasted many flavors, has now turned an impenetrable constant taste of bitter. Everything seems impossible, unattainable.
The physical embodiment of my conscience tells me I should drop my negativity and unleash it with a new fervor. From the burning pot of gold come malleable and ductile patterns in exquisiteness. Use it, she says.
I'm going to try. This is a first attempt.
I agree with the physical embodiment of your conscience. Write. It's your gift.
ReplyDeleteAnd we'll get you some wine and cheesecake for that bitter taste.
I'm leaning against the same crusty wall with you. The oxidized blood smells like silver.
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